this morning #918.

this morning, he whipped up an initial pitcher of his infamous bloody marys for the two of us to split. they’re legit, a time-tested recipe that often gets the best of me in the best of ways. just the right spicy bite. a bacon garnish in every glass. a stealthy but healthy level of vodka. he poured a pair of pints & settled in across the table from me with a wry smile. i mumbled my way through a heartfelt toast to the both of us being oh so close to making it through another year. things had been touch & go for quite a while now. he with his dalliances & divorces & dares. me with my penchant for essentially existing on a diet of vices. with this toast, we took an oath to try to be better starting next year.